Embarrassment was an understatement to what I feel right now, here I was on the ground because this boy right above me, staring down in my direction, came out of nowhere scaring me thus causing my jumping forwards to then slightly twist my ankle and drop.
Graceful, I know.
Creepy quiet guy-that's what I'm calling him now-extends out his arm and gently picks me back up, "crap I'm sorry, didn't mean to scare you."
"It's okay, the fall only hurt my ego," I can't say I'm not used to this, I'm a naturally clumsy person, plus considering I'm wearing heeled boots, I'm surprised I haven't dropped down yet. I try to dust my clothes off but I'm pretty sure those grass stains are now tattooed into the butt of my skirt.
"Need help with that?" Looking up I glare at him and roll my eyes.
"I'm good thanks" I scoff. " did everyone see that and be honest with me" I pleaded with my head down.
"Not everyone, Lizette brought out the peach cobbler as you dropped," he continued with a smirk "whenever her cobbler is displayed nobody cares about anything else"
"You new here?" Nodding in response he follows up "Benjamin, friends call me Benji," he held out his hand, clasping it with mine and shaking
"Y/n, it's nice to meet you" realisation hit me like a truck, "wait, did you say peach cobbler?"
"Yeah, come on kid let's go and grab some," he puts an arm around me and walks me into a kitchen and stops at the island counter. As we sit down he follows up "you haven't lived until you've had Lizette's peach cobbler, isn't that right Lizette?"
"He's right, sweetie, my cobbler is life changing" my grandmother turns to face us as she puts two plates in front of us. "I hope you're being nice to my grand baby there Benjamin."
"Thanks gran" I greedily ogle the slice of pie in front of me, the juice from the filling pouring out onto the sides of the plate, you could tell by looking at it that this was no ordinary piece of dessert, I grabbed my spoon and sliced into the pie, I could've swore that I heard nothing else but the soft but crisp crunch of the pastry, guiding the spoon and it's contents towards my mouth, I opened and thanked the gods for this dish.
The rich syrupy juices of the peaches attacked my tastebuds, submitting me to its mouth watering ways, the crust was lightly spiced and slated, whilst dissolving softly in my mouth, I tried chewing as slowly as possible to savour every last taste of this fruity treat. I looked at my grandmother and pointed to my plate, "wow, gran this, wow." I was at a loss for words, I didn't want to speak, just eat the rest of my cobbler.
"Told you," Benji chuckled next to me.
"Never going to doubt you again," although I never did, I'm never going to in the future.
"So Mrs D, you never mentioned a granddaughter?"
"I only just moved back, this is our first time meeting each other." I'm starting to think that I should print that on my shirt so I don't always have to answer people, just point down and be like read the shirt people, read the shirt.
My grandmother, Lizette, placed two glasses of ice tea in front of us, then pulled up a stool, "she just moved back from London."
"That explains the accent, I've only heard that on some tourists." Benji mumbled, mouth full of cobbler. Warm hands wrapped around me, hands I recognised, I looked up and beamed at my mother, she looked a little stressed, however her eyes lit up when she saw what I was eating, as if on cue, grandma pulled up a plate and brought a glass of ice tea and placed it next to me, mum sat down, she started doing the little happy dance she always does when she's eating something really good.
After finishing our plates mum helped wash up then kissed gran on the forehead, "Mom we should get going now, I want to make sure this one wakes up and is ready on time for the funeral." she accusingly nodded towards me, I scoffed, offended but not surprised at the comment, besides my clumsiness, tardiness is another fateful talent of mine.
I open my mouth as if to retaliate against her accusations but give up to only a shrug of agreement.
I push myself off the stool and hug my grandma, "bye grandma, bye benji."
Benji threw up a peace sign at me as I walked out the kitchen with my mother. "Hey maya wait up." Marcel walked up towards us "let me walk you girls home."
"Marcel, we're fine you really don't need to-"
"Maya a lot of things have changed since you left New Orleans." He interrupted, Marcel then took a long breath as if he had to contemplate wether or not he should say what he was going to tell us next, but then he carried on "I would feel better if I walked you girls home." He pleaded with my mother.
Thinking for a moment my mother sighed then she smiled and replied "fine, you can walk us home marcel."
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Once we were home I went upstairs to change whilst my mum and Marcel stayed downstairs.
Whilst in the shower a realisation hit me. I was born in New Orleans. Mum was married while she lived in New Orleans, that means my father must be from New Orleans too, he might probably still live here.
Funny. Whilst shampooing my hair I discovered a new mission. To find my mothers ex husband AKA my dad. I know I can't talk to my mother about it, she never really told me anything about him, so going to her would be pointless, but I could probably ask my grandmother about him tomorrow at the funeral, when the time is right that is.
I wrap myself in my plushy soft robe and walk out of the bathroom with a new found goal. Find my daddy.
Going past the staircase I could hear Marcel speaking to my mum, I didn't expect him to still be here, I couldn't help but overhear some of the things they were talking about.
"You know it's a full moon in two nights Maya."
"I know Marcel."
"Does he know she's here?"
"No and I would like to keep it that way, the further he stays away from her the better."
"Okay then. Just make sure she stays away from the bayou, they've been forced to, emigrate there as of lately."
I hear the front door close and my mum coming up the stairs and realise that's my cue to get the hell away from my spying spot and back into my room.
What the hell did I just hear? Stay away from the bayou? Full moons? Wait wer-were they t-talking about my dad?
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